Chapter 121 – Beauty
Among the upper-class elite, skin care wasn't just a routine—it was practically a religion.
Wealthy women like Lanny Lee were fiercely loyal to their favorite brands. The Yeats family's facial mask line, known for its premium quality, had long held a top position in this market. As Marcia Yeats' close friend, Lanny had used their products for years and was not one to experiment casually.
But tonight was different.
Lanny was a die-hard fan of the Master of Clouds. She had even attended the last art auction in New York, though she hadn't managed to win anything.
Now, in exchange for a signed photo of her idol, she was willing to make an exception.
"It's just one time," she reasoned. "It won't hurt."
Grinning, she nudged Marcia on the shoulder.
"Marcia, once I get that autograph, you'd better gift me a few extra masks from your brand as compensation," she joked. "I'm risking my face tonight."
Marcia rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Who cares? I'm not some silly fan of the Master of Clouds."
Indeed, neither she nor her husband Nick Yeats cared much about the artist. Their attendance at the auction was more about appearances than interest. With even Governor Hugh Kurds present, showing face was a matter of social obligation, not passion for art.
Soon, the ten winners selected for the special giveaway were led backstage.